I love when things flee at my approach. Makes me feel powerful.

Diary entry.

Vultures circling overhead = nature’s memento mori

We went to breakfast at a courtyard restaurant that serves a bougie clientele. Turmeric juice on the menu, French space pop on the speakers, garbled language about sustainability on a chalkboard, a daily special of quinoa-and-marlin tacos: yup, this was a slice of Los Angeles transported to Mexico.

After…